True Colors [Clifford]

"Hey you with the sad eyes." A boy says from across the class room. I look up at him, but not showing it. 

"Why are you talking to her? She's just the freak." A girl laughs slutingly holding onto the boys arm.

"Don't say that. You don't know anything about her. How could I ever date you if you don't have feeling for some random person that could need help?" The boy snaps at the girl pulling his arm away. I smirk to myself. She was such a slut, it was about time that she got rejected. The boy says something else to her before walking over and taking a seat next to me with his things.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" He asks me trying to get a look at my face. I just shrug and shake my head at him. I didn't care if sat there. I'd been a long time since someone sat next to me. Everyone thought I was a freak, worthless. Maybe he was different, maybe he would care about me. Well not care, but be nice, try to be my friend. I only have three friends, but they were kinda forced upon me when my dad married one of their moms. Before they ignored me, but then they started to like me. They look out for me, and it's nice to have someone like that for once.

"Do you not talk? Are you mute? Sorry if that's mean." He continues to ask me questions, before I got annoyed, and finally looked up at him fully.

"Uh-" He stops when he see's that I'm looking at him. Now he could see my face, now he could see why everyone hated me. Why everyone called me ugly. My friends were the only ones that said that I was pretty, my dad did too, so did my step-mom.

"I'm not mute. I just don't like talking." I say quietly. People didn't normally hear me talk in school. I was quiet, and I liked being that way. It didn't give people something else to judge me about.

"Uh- Hi. My name's Michael, I'm new here." I giggle slightly at his words. He seemed so nerves now for some reason.

"Hanna, it's nice to meet you." I weakly smile at him holding out my hand to him. He shakes my hand with a smile on his face as the teacher walks in.

"Good morning class. It's nice to see some old faces from last year. Now let's get right into it." He says turning on his heel and going to write on the board. 

Maybe this year for me would be different. Maybe people would like me.